Chapter 3: Trying Out Your Skills

The work of the neighborhood committee is nothing more than caring for the elderly and widows, mediating conflicts between neighbors and the sanitation situation in the area. They stroll around the community whenever they want and will give a lecture to anyone who throws garbage or cigarette butts carelessly.

"Aunt Wang, I am so grateful for your help in my grandfather's funeral. Otherwise, I don't know what I would have done."

"You silly child, we are just neighbors, why are you being polite to your aunt?"

Aunt Wang sighed. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old child who had never experienced anything suddenly lost his protection. He must feel so helpless.

"Auntie Wang, don't be angry about what I'm going to say next. I see a dark aura around your forehead. If you encounter a dispute tomorrow, I hope you stay away from it and don't get involved. Otherwise, you may lose money. Although it won't cause a big loss, it's still good to avoid it."

Not only would it cost a small fortune, but it would also involve some bloodshed. But she didn't tell anyone about this, so as not to scare anyone.

After hearing this, Aunt Wang was stunned. It took her a while to react. She even looked out the door.

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Although the policy is better now and some things have been relaxed, you are still not allowed to practice feudal superstition. Otherwise, your grandfather would not have suffered from the disease."

Having said that, he sighed and left.

Does this mean you don't believe her?

Come to think of it, she never wanted to mention her grandfather's occupation, and she herself had never shown any ability to read faces, so she wouldn't believe it either.

However, Dai Qing was very excited about the discovery just now, and turned to look at the grape trees in the yard.

There were things her grandfather had left for her buried there, all of which were physiognomy notes and some valuable books. Her grandfather had told her that if she was interested in this line of work, she should dig them out and study them carefully, but if she was not interested, she should leave them alone.

In her previous life, she avoided these things as much as possible, so naturally she would not move.

After eating the buns given by Aunt Wang and drinking a cup of hot water, Dai Qing found a shovel, turned on the incandescent light in the yard, and started digging.

Less than a meter deep, they dug up a porcelain jar, which was wrapped in waterproof tarpaulin and sealed with sealing wax.

I carried the jar into the house and opened it carefully. To my surprise, there was a stack of money on top, all in ten-yuan denominations. I counted them and found there were five thousand yuan.

Below that were two books, one was Ma Yi Shen Xiang, and the other was a note. On the cover of the note were written four words in a flourish of flying dragons and dancing phoenixes: The Secret of Physiognomy.

At the bottom was a turtle shell, six copper coins and a white jade plate with Sanskrit engraved on it and nothing else.

This is what grandpa treasures.

Dai Qing had a complicated expression when looking at the things in front of her. In her previous life, she had never thought of digging them up. She thought they were all things related to physiognomy, but she didn't expect that there was money in them.

It is now May 1990, and the average wage is less than 200 yuan. To earn 5,000 yuan, one would have to save for several years without eating or drinking.

In the 1990s, although many people had gone into business and made money, they were still only a minority, and most people still had to live on a meager salary.

After sorting the books, Dai Qing held the jade plaque up to the light and looked at it. Apart from the Sanskrit inscriptions on it, there was nothing strange about it. However, the texture of the jade plaque was good at first glance, and it was warm to the touch, suitable for close-fitting wear.

Dai Qing changed to a sturdy red rope and hung it directly around her neck.

Then I started to look through the notes, which were written in my grandfather's handwriting.

When she was seven or eight years old, her grandfather taught her the art of physiognomy, but unfortunately the technique was abandoned without any results.